L'interprétation déchirante de Walter Brennan,
même si elle s'écarte un peu du texte original,
n'a rien à envier [selon moi] à celle d'Elvis - encore moins à celle, pretty ridiculous, de Cash.


When I was a lad and old Shep was a pup
Over hills and meadows we'd play
Just a boy and his dog we were both full of fun
We grew up together that way
I remember the time at the old swimming hole
When I would have drowned beyond doubt
But old Shep was right there, to the rescue he came
He jumped in and helped pull me out
Now, the years they rolled by and old Shep he grew old
His eye sight at last it grew dim
Then one day the doctor looked at him
And said, "I can do no more for him, Jim"
With a hand that was trembling, I picked up my gun
And I aimed it at Shep's faithful head
But I just couldn't do it, I wanted to run
I wished they would shoot me instead
Now, old Shep is gone where the good doggies go
And no more on this earth will he roam
But if dogs have a Heaven, there's one thing I know
Old Shep has a wonderful home